Five minutes. Everybody here?
I know, I'm coming.
If you want me to drag you out over my shoulder just say so.
You can't treat me like that until we're married.
Fold up.
- Five minutes. I promise. - No, now.
You know it's not safe to stay and the convoy is leaving.
Okay, okay, I'm coming.
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
- What's wrong? - It's his mother.
They were collecting firewood. Janjaweed.
- Janjaweed, where? - Oh, okay.
- Subin, can you take him. - Yes.
That's it, just gently. Can you hear me?
Okay. She's been stabbed. And raped too by the looks of it,
she's haemorrhaging quite badly. We'll need to operate.
But Clare, we have no time. We have to get back to the security
- compound before dark. - If we leave now, she'll die.
Clare, we've had this discussion. We cannot save everyone.
Fine. Well you tell him.
Go on. Tell him because I can't.
Tell him that we are going to let his mother die because our ride home
is waiting and then drag me out of here, like you promised,
because that is the only way that I'm leaving her now.
- I am leaving. - Hi. Can you hear me?
I'm Dr Clare Somersby, I'm here to help you.
- So, how is she doing? - Good.
She's stable.
Thank you for staying.
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
He says you saved his mother's life and with these, you'll save yours.
- They are gris-gris. - No, I couldn't...
No, you have to take them. They are talisman. It's very powerful.
- (SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE) - Thank you.
He says his mother gave them to him for his protection
and now he gives them to you.
They are coming.
Get everybody outside now. They must hide in the bushes.
Go! Go! Go!
Sweetheart, she's still sedated, she can't be moved.
- Come on, we have to go. - Clare, quick.
- We can't just leave him. - Enough talk of martyrdom.
We have to survive. Or else our purpose here will become meaningless. Go!
- (BULLETS FIRING) - Go! Okay.
Back, back, back.
Okay!
- I think we should split up. - No.
Maybe there's a way I can draw them, create a diversion.
We stick together. Always.
Okay. Go, go, go, go.
Bakri!
- Are you okay? - Just go!
Run! Run!
Michael.
Michael!
You know that blond hottie on the plane?
- Got her number. - Yeah?
Roger that. Satellites in 10. Confirm when they're up.
Right, new target.
Ex-royal marine, turned global arms dealer, Gerald Crawford.
We have growing evidence that Crawford supplied the weapons used at the hotel
siege in New Delhi, as well as those used by Connolly in the Cape Town heist.
So the explosives that killed Kate, they're from him?
He's Latif's chief armourer.
And normally ultra security conscious. Never directly connected to the weapons
he supplies. Until now.
Two days ago Mombasa Police broke a shipyard smuggling ring led by this man.
Central yard controller Ken Masoto.
Now, Masoto confessed that Crawford bribed him to let through an illegal
arms shipment destined for Sudan. What's more, Crawford will personally
supervise the transfer onto trucks for overland transportation to Darfur.
He'll be travelling with his Head of Security Peter Hendricks,
former South African special forces.
They're meeting at the docks tonight.
This is our chance to get to Latif. I want Crawford alive.
All right. The fox is in the coop.
I can shoot his bodyguard if that's any consolation.
The customs papers have been processed as promised.
It is all in order.
As soon as Crawford confirms the shipment
and signs the ledger, move in.
And the T and 3 form?
To authorize transport of chemical fertilizer.
I have to sign for it, right?
Don't worry. I've got a spare one in the car.
What's a T and 3 form?
There isn't one.
They've made us, Scott. Move it!
Track the feed. I want eyes on. Now.
Just give me a bead, tell me where he's at.
Looking.
Look for Hendricks too.
Copy that.
Where the fuck is he?
Got him, sector two, primary target, heading towards the storage facilities.
Sector two? I'm in Sector two.
Oh, fuck!
Who are you?
British Military Intelligence.
It's over, Crawford.
You be smart. You've lost the shipment but we can still cut a deal.
Don't tell me what I've lost.
Heading to Sector two.
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
See, what happens when you go off without me?
Then fucking keep up.
Still no visual.
Fucking do us.
GRANT: Scott, what's your position?
Sounds like Hendricks found him first.
Scott? Find me Crawford.
The car's on the move.
Shit!
- (TYRES SCREECHING) - Hey!
Fuck!
Go! You know what to do!
I believe you have a deal you want to offer me?
You sick fuck.
Oi! Oi! Easy tiger. Hey!
Grant said alive.
Come here.
Hands on your head.
Keep them there.
And my reward for this betrayal?
If the information you provide leads to Latif's arrest
you get a reduced sentence in a British jail.
Or you can rot in some African hellhole for the rest of your life.
Information such as his point man in Europe?
Very well. I've heard your terms, now you listen to mine.
That arms deal was a humanitarian ransom payment,
being made in exchange for a British aid worker,
- a doctor, held hostage in Darfur. - Yeah, yeah, of course it was.
Once the weapons arrived in Khartoum, she was to be released.
When did you get into the humanitarian ransom business?
She's my daughter.
Get me my daughter back. And I'll give you Latif.
My name is Clare Somersby and I am an aid worker, and I am here trying
- to help heal people... - (MAN SCREAMING)
(MAN SPEAKING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
How the fuck did we miss this?
The Embassy in Khartoum was aware of Clare's abduction.
But no link was flagged to Crawford.
She uses her mother's maiden name.
Clare's parents separated when she was 12
and she's had no contact with Crawford since.
GRANT: Someone knew.
The tape was sent to him direct.
She was deliberately targeted to ensure he got the weapons.
Fucked him and ourselves then, haven't we?
I say we get Guantanamo on his ass. Give us 10 minutes with him,
he'll spill his guts out on Latif no problem.
She becomes what? Just another dead woman we've sacrificed for the cause?
Would he talk? Or would he just sit there thinking about
how his daughter was suffering and beg you to hit him even harder?
Fuck it. Find out where she is, go and do a snatch and grab.
The Janjaweed are nomadic.
They could be holding Clare anywhere.
No. We need Crawford to offer them cash instead of arms.
I want them to bring her to us.
Where?
Darfur.
(SPEAKING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(MAN GROANING)
- Clare just leave it. - He will be one of them soon.
Like all of the children they take from us.
No! Stop it. Stop it!
Don't! You don't have to do this. None of you have to do this!
(GUN FIRING)
(SHOUTS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)
My name is Tahir.
And if you insist on provoking my men like this,
they will behave like men.
This is gris-gris.
Yes. He gave them to me.
- I will take them. - No.
Clare!
I will give them to you. As a gift. To keep you safe.
I have enough protection,
not least in the shipment of arms your father is sending me,
to ensure you return unharmed.
When the guns arrive, you will be released.
But until then, you will earn your food and water
by treating my men.
We will. Thank you. Thank you.
I need only one doctor.
(SCREAMS) No! No!
And sadly, his father is worthless.
You bastard!
No! No! No!
No! Get off me!
I can't believe we're doing this shit!
We won't let him supply weapons, we can give them this cash to buy those same
- weapons some place else. - As long as it gets us the intel
on Latif, what do you care?
Matak's already here, he's waiting for us in the restaurant.
The Janjaweed eat in hotels?
Matak is the government minister conducting negotiations on my behalf.
As far as he's concerned you're my employees so act accordingly.
If he even guesses at the truth, it's over.
(SIGHS) Cocksucker.
Well, dip me in shit and call me Colonel.
Now I know I've got a story. Damien?
- Who is that? - A Journo. War zone junkie.
- We fucked a couple of times. - Get rid of her.
- Hey, Maggie! - What are you doing here?
Just give me the headlines. Is it juicy?
Should I grab the table next to you, make notes?
No, no, no.
Why don't we make this a liquid lunch, for old times' sake you know.
What about your friend? Is he coming too?
(WHISPERING) He looks like fun.
Well, he's English. So, no, on both accounts.
Ah, Captain Crawford, my friend.
- As-salamu alaikum. - Wa alaikum salam.
Mr Sinclair, Mr Stonebridge, Matak Achmed.
You understand we have to be conscious of security in these troubled times.
I'm afraid I have some bad news. They have killed one of the hostages.
Not your daughter, Subhan'Allah,
but another doctor.
I have warned you we are dealing with a very volatile man.
This will not be an easy matter to resolve.
(WHISPERING)I think we're going to need a bigger case.
Is it Special Ops? Are you going to render Bashir?
- Make him stand trial for war crimes? - Snatch the President of Sudan?
Well, why not? He's already been indicted by the courts.
Everyone knows the Janjaweed operates on his say so.
True. Cheers.
Something's going down. I've been seeing you guys all over lately.
- What guys? - Mercs.
PMC assholes. Here.
He look like a tourist to you?
I swear I've seen him in fatigues somewhere. Do you recognise him?
It wasn't Iraq, was it? Kosovo?
The snake guy's a Russian called Grigor.
All right. Where'd you take these?
Some shebeen, not far from here.
You want to tell me where it is?
Quid pro quo. Who were those guys you were with?
What was in those cases?
Hey, what did you just do?
Well, I'm going to find out who that guy is,
then I'm going to the place where you took those photos.
Catch you later.
That was not the deal and you know it.
Hey. I got a driver.
SCOTT: Awesome.
Hey hottie, it's me. Good to talk dirty again?
Yes, the line is secure.
They're chewing over the bribe now. I've got a photo to send you. Love you.
Get me an ID.
(CLUCKING)
They don't mind if you don't.
My name is Jacoub. You are American also, yes?
I have made arrangements for the exchange.
We are meeting them at noon tomorrow.
- You have the weapons ready to deliver? - No.
But I have this, as collateral.
And a sign of my good faith in concluding the deal.
But Tahir will want weapons.
And he will get them, I promise.
When I have my daughter back safe and unharmed,
I will release the weapons immediately. They will be nearby.
Now, there is one suitcase for Tahir,
and this one will be for you alone.
For all your endeavours in ensuring that our two parties meet as arranged.
My deepest gratitude, as always, to a true friend. Salut.
What the hell was that? You're offering them weapons now?
You've seen what we're dealing with.
If I'd said we had no arms what do you think they'd do to Clare, eh?
This way, at least I've made sure they'll bring her.
You tell me what happens when they find out the truth.
This was your fucking plan. If she dies,
if you've killed her by stopping that shipment...
I lost her once.
Fifteen years ago,
when her mother took her.
I'm not going to lose her again.
All right.
We'll get her back. No matter what it takes.
So that's it over there. You want Jacoub to wait?
Oh, shit, that's him.
(MOBILE RINGING)
I have an ID on that photo. The man's name is Andre Botha.
He's a South African mercenary
frequently hired by Crawford's private security firm.
He's been playing us all along.
No shit.
- We gotta follow them. Let's go. - Okay.
Uh-uh. Not yet.
Jacoub, get out, I'm driving.
Not until you tell me what this is all about.
Not now. I'll tell you while I'm driving.
- Jacoub, get out of the car. - No, what's in it for me?
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
- This is my car. - So get in.
You are such a piece of work. You know that?
Maggie, not now.
Yeah, we've been compromised. You need to extract the principal.
No, we can't risk them aborting the exchange.
I've got a tail to shake. See you later. Out.
Shit, he's made us.
You couldn't just do what I say, could you?
You've got to put the squeeze on, try and get something for yourself.
- Sound familiar? - If we lose him,
I am never going to sleep with you again. Ever.
Like I'd miss those three seconds.
- What is happening? - Plan B. Buckle up.
He's there, man, I'm telling you. That fucking yank from the shipyard.
He's tailing us.
Where the fuck are they?
- I see them! I see! - Yeah, I got 'em.
Where the fuck's he gone? Can you see him?
Negative.
Everyone holding on?
Oh, fuck!
Hendricks.
What have you got here, huh?
Fuck me. You guys are tooled up for a war.
(GROANING)
All right. Thank you very much.
- You all right? - You fucking son of a bitch!
Yeah, you sound fine. You?
- My car. - Yeah, yeah, I'll buy you a new one.
- My car! - You, get out of the car.
Get out the fucking car, right now!
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
Get in the car! Get in the car!
I've taken two of them out and I've got their weapons,
but I'm thinking there's more.
That guy in the photo with the snake tattoo is a Russian called, Grigor.
He's a Chechen. Grigor Tchvesky.
We're cross referencing border controls
Andre Batho, Grigor Tchvesky And a third mercenary, Casper Bryce.
They all flew into Khartoum on the same flight two days ago.
We're sending the information to Stonebridge now.
Major.
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - MAN: Room service.
We haven't ordered anything.
MAN: It's for Mr Crawford. Compliments of the hotel.
Would you leave it outside, we'll collect it later.
He needs to sign for it.
Just a moment.
(WHIPERING) There's one man just off to the side. Get ready.
- What are you going to use? - They've brought it with them.
Okay. Hi, come in. Come on in.
(MOANING)
Nice work.
(MOBILE RINGING)
You really should pay your driver more, this place is a hovel.
I have to deliver this.
Sorry buddy. I know it's your home.
This is just a room.
They were my home.
Janjaweed. He had a farm once.
They destroyed that too.
Quite a gash you've got on your head.
Let me have a look at that.
Oh, yeah.
When I found out Clare was working in Sudan I approached Matak,
and bribed him to have her visa revoked.
Instead he had her abducted.
He played distraught, of course,
and promised to personally liaise with the Janjaweed to broker
the deal to get her back. For a fee.
So you see, if I hadn't made him aware of her value,
I couldn't trust that they'd deliver her to me even once they had the weapons,
so I had Dieter prepare a covert team to plan to be at the exchange just in case.
They were in place before my arrest.
What they've done since is without my knowledge or guidance.
How many others were on the team?
Two more. Dieter and Andre.
They've both been taken out.
Then Clare's in your hands now.
My whole life,
everything I have done, has been a "fuck you"
to his wars and the blood money he's made from fuelling them.
And now he's using all that to save me.
Well, that is not saving me.
Not like that.
Please, not like that.
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
That man that you murdered. Where are they taking him?
To a wadi near here. It is almost full.
But there is still room for a few more bodies.
He's my fiancé. I want to give him a proper burial.
And what will you give me in return?
Nothing you can't take.
Colonel, it's Sinclair. I think we should abort. We're too exposed.
- What about Stonebridge? - He wants to continue
but I'm convinced Crawford's double-crossing us.
And we have no idea how many more of these guys are out there.
Right, Stonebridge knows what he's doing and we need that intel on Latif.
- Where's Scott? - Gathering intelligence, apparently.
He said he'll meet us at the exchange.
Well, make sure he gets there. It's Scott's job to watch your back.
Lucky me.
Maggie, I said no. It's too dangerous.
Bullshit. The arms dealer's daughter?
That's like my Pulitzer Prize right there.
- I said No! - And I still think there's more
you're not telling me.
Where's the car?
- Which car? - The fucking car we stole. Where is it?
- I took it back. - You fucking kidding me?
His driving license was inside, with his address.
- I didn't know you still wanted it. - Course I still want it.
If I don't get to that exchange point people are going to die.
- Do you understand that? - Okay, so, we'lljust steal another one.
- Okay? - Where from?
The only transport around here is a fucking goat.
My neighbour has a car. He will lend it to you. I promise.
Come with me and show me, right now.
Call this piece of shit a car? Fuck!
How long till we get there?
Soon. Relax.
Everything is prepared. Is it not?
Everything is prepared.
(MOBILE RINGING)
Stonebridge, we have new intelligence.
We are cross referencing border controls.
Another three of Crawford's men arrived in Sudan yesterday.
GRANT: Look's like you're going to have company.
- All right. - Problem?
None.
I have a visual on the boss. As soon as he has his daughter,
we take out the special forces.
Roger that.
Have you spotted anyone?
That abandoned bus,
the barn,
maybe the walkway.
I can't see anyone.
Neither can I, but that's where I'd put men.
So, what's my role? Apart from sitting duck?
Grab the girl, she'd make a perfect shield.
No one's going to shoot you with her in the way.
Doesn't sound very chivalrous. But I like it. Yeah, good plan.
Where the fuck are you, Scott?
If you don't hurry up you're going to miss the party.
Perfect.
Clare.
It's okay. You're going to be fine.
I'm going to bring you home with me.
And the trucks? The shipment of arms that you promised.
- Where are they? - They're coming,
when I have my daughter.
Show me them. Now.
He will bring them soon.
And offers this as collateral.
Jacoub, you got this?
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
It is not money that the UN denies us.
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
I have the weapons,
you'll get them shortly, just give me my daughter, take the money!
I'll release them!
Come back.
This is what your money has bought.
(SCREAMING)
A useful aid for a father who will not hear
- and does not listen. - Kill him!
Fucking kill him! All of them!
Get down.
- Anyone hit? - No.
- Keep him alive. - I'll do my best.
(SCREAMS)
Got you!
Fuck!
- Clare! - It's okay.
Whoa! Just go back inside. Go Back. It's all right.
Stay inside. Fuck! What you doing, cocksucker?
- Where the fuck have you been? - Saving your life!
Stay down! Come on, Jacoub. Come on buddy.
- Talk to me. - You going for the girl?
That's what we came for isn't it? Let's move.
Coming to you!
Cover me. I'm going to go in for the principal.
Come here. I'm out, I'm out.
Michael! The girl!
Hang in there.
Come on! Fuck.
Did you get any of them? What is that?
Behind you, on your six!
Shit!
- Is he okay? - It's going to be okay.
It's going to be okay.
Stay with me Scott.
Scott! Hey! Scott! Scott!
- What's that? - It's Morphine.
Oh, I love that shit.
- Did we get the girl? - No. Not yet.
He's bleeding out.
You've got to get him to a hospital, fast.
Come on. Let's go.
What the fuck are you doing?
I'm getting my daughter back. And I'm taking that car.
No. No,
you need a car and a better car than this piece of shit if
you have any hope of getting across that desert.
Now, my friends are taking this and you and I are taking one of those
Janjaweed technicals.
Sinclair, take this gun in case there's trouble along the way.
- You tell Grant what happened. - Are you seriously going on?
I have to find that intel on Latif.
Like that's the reason you're going, Mike.
Come on! You're out gunned, you got no back-up, huh?
How are you even going to find her?
You don't even know where the fuck to look.
- I do. - What the fuck is he saying?
My village was near here. I can help you.
All right. Let's all go.
That morphine's kicking in. I'm up for a road trip.
No, you're going to a hospital before you bleed to death.
He's going to die before me, stupid fucking Brit.
Yo, there's tools in the back. You go kick some ass.
Drive.
Let's do this.